I call my horse Lilly "Brumby" as a term of endearment. But I didn't make the word up! In Australia a wild horse is called a brumby or brumbie. The word derives from the name of a Major William Brumby, an early 19th century settler from England who was a noted breeder of horses. Through the years a large number of his stock escaped and became feral. Another possible origin of the word-Booramby, Aborigine for wild.
I m not a person who likes to get up early. If I had my way, I'd get up every day around 9. But instead I'm stuck getting up and going to work, and before that I walk the dog. And in spite of the fact that I'd rather still be in bed, some of our morning walks are very special.
Take this cornfield. Sometimes there are geese in it. Sometimes turkeys are straggling across it. Getty loves sniffing in it. This year I am going to document this field as the corn grows. Before you know it, the corn will be peeping up from the soil.
This particular morning was particularly good for tree lessons. Here is a white pine.
And here is...is....a Christmas tree! My tree books are in my saddle bag over at Bill's so I do not know what this one is. I am a floundering tree student!
While learning trees we passed these nice little mares. They are not always out where I can see them. One of them is named Marissa which cracks me up. The family that owns them also has a pony named Crystal. Which also cracks me up.
I don't know the name of this tree, but I think it does look splendid against a blueberry sky!
I hope you have enjoyed reading my blog! One day I hope to make it bigger and better! Click on the words "Older Posts" right above this note if you would like to see more entries about me and my brumby.